Wherein I rediscover my inner snarkiness. And while I try to keep expression of it somewhat at a minimum, I snark in my heart.

BonosSaint

Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen)

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah



Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
...

BonosSaint

Oh, everybody interracted with Charlie. I'd talk to him for me, not for him. He was a wonderful character. I found an article about him. He was 83. He never seemed that old. He was ageless like sometimes the street people are. While looking around the net, I found some things. They did a feature on the homeless around here and wrote a eulogy about Charlie and an article one of the former newspaper reporters and current talk show host wrote today. I'm lucky. I can share a little piece of Charlie...

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I just found out one of the homeless fixtures in town died. He seemed to be in his 60's, Charlie did. I hear he was a veteran, but I don't know for sure. I heard he had money. I don't know that either. He was educated, that was for certain. Aware, articulate, easy to talk to, dignified. It was hard to feel sorry for Charlie because he never asked you to. Once or twice, I brought him coffee on the coldest days. Once or twice, I talked with him briefly and had one really long conversation...

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It's not quite dawn yet here. I grew up spending Easter dawn at church. It was actually my favorite church service of the year, sparsely populated. My favorite time of day. Even now, I can feel remnants of that memory, but only now--right at this time. Waiting for dawn. Waiting for a resurrection that doesn't come.

I think Wanderer was not completely correct by suggesting faith is about the fear of death. I think for some spritual faith is a cry for justice. And that faith...

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I was thinking about Barbaro. I had money down on another horse in the Preakness, so I wasn't rooting for Barbaro. The false start surprised me, seeing all the power coming out of the gate. It's not that obvious when all of the horses come out of the gate at the same time. Watching Edgar Prado trying to stop the horse, doing all he could to prevent any further damage....although I guess that the damage was enough.
My friend called to tell me they had put Barbaro down and said "I'm...

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What a delightful movie. The grilled cheese scenes, the park. Depp was wonderful.

Thanks so much to Angela Harlem for recommending it. You were right. I LOVE it. I can't think of a movie I've seen in a long time that I enjoyed so much. (Obviously I didn't wait until Christmas to see it). And I doubt that I'll wait until New Year's before I see it again.

So that is Bonochick's signature. My eyes were always drawn to that picture.

BonosSaint

I was reading the threads on capital punishment and can vacillate between both positions. I know the pain of having a friend murdered in senseless violence. I wished death on a person who hurt another friend of mine and ironically he died in a manner close to my wishes. I felt neither proud nor guilty of my wishes/my feelings. They just were. I did him no harm with my thoughts. I took no action.

I lived in Boston when my one friend was murdered. He was a shop owner killed in...

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The reason I never kept journals were I was always self-indulgent and they were never very helpful to me regarding insights. It required a self-honesty I apparently wasn't capable of on paper, though I'm pretty self-honest in my head. Or just maybe superstitious like some cultures with photographs. Down in black and white, it stole my soul somehow. Or I was being defined by the words I put down, when my thoughts are more fluid. Simply, my journal entries bored the hell out of me which was why...

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